#ghostface reader

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ghostface!reader is finally moving up in the world 🙏

Watch how this won't even make the news 😭

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Idk, idk but like you're the new Ghostface. Your motive? You haven't figured it out yet. But you were getting there. For now though, you've done your research, went over old cases, watched those ridiculous Stab movies front, back and sideways.

And you wholeheartedly believed you were ready to kill someone.

However...

You panicked.

The moment you got into their house. You found yourself wondering around and snooping in their belongings. And when you lost track of time and heard the front door open? You scrambled to find a hiding place.

You found yourself in one of the bathrooms. A tub. A toilet. A sink. A cabinet under the sink. Your first thought was to hide behind the curtain of the shower. Cliché. Boring.

You dove for th3 cabinet under the sink and swung it open.

Just enough space you reckon.

You tried to stuff yourself inside it. Your legs were scrunched, your back bent in a weird angle, your right elbow pushing into your ribcage. But it didn't matter. You were almost fully inside the cabinet when-

"WHAT THE FUCK-?!"

Shit.

You looked up and saw the girl you were going to kill standing in the doorway of the bathroom.

stu: you said keep him almost dead. i did that!! what’s your deal man?

billy: are you stupid? for the last time he’s fucking-

roman: can you both like- shut the fuck up? i’m trying to watch tv.

mickey: why don’t y’all chill and talk about it later?

billy: no because he’s acting dumb

stu: well you don’t have to be rude all the time. just talk to me normal i’ll understand billy.

billy: (about to have a spasm): oh my god! i am talking to you normal you stupid- never mind.

Tara Carpenter x fem!reader

When Tara finds out your both alive and Ghostface, but she hopes that the girl she knows is still inside you somewhere.

Warnings: blood, gore, suicidal thought, pain, stabbing, mentions of getting shot, swearing, reader being slight simp. (If I’ve forgotten anything, let me know)

(If this is good, I might make a part 2)

Tara was afraid

Afraid of the one person who swore would never hurt her.

She watched, tears burning in her eyes, as you slowly pulled the Ghostface mask off your head. Your hair flowing over your shoulders, a sad smile on your face. You stood slightly behind the others, darkness covering the left side of your body.

You met Tara’s horrified gaze, eyes quickly scanning her body as you had after every Ghostface attack. Checking if she was injured. Tara hoped it was out of kindness, instead of the darker horrors that pounded her head. The Images of you killer her.

And her killing you…

A tear escaped from her eye, sliding down her cheek. You took a step forward as if to comfort her, but when your girlfriend flinched, you backed away. Almost seeming hurt by her response.

“What did I tell you y/n? They don’t care about you, that’s why you’re here, you’re a part of the family now.”

Bailey laughed, his words having a strange effect on you as your body stiffened like a dog obeying a command.

Tara wanted to hit him, knowing that he was feeding you his evil, Ghostface plans. Turing you into a version of himself. God, it made her both fearful and sick.

She watched as all your emotion left your face, as your hand tightened around your knife. Tara had watched the light leave your eyes, felt your blood seeping through her fingers, she cried over your body, screamed your name. It felt like looking at your corpse all over again, no life, no glow in your eyes.

She could only just see the wound across your left eye, images of Ghost face slashing your face still fresh in her mind. You weren’t standing as tall as the other three, your free hand slightly over your stomach, your no doubt still in pain from being stabbed there. Stabbed nine times. Tara had counted. She had tried to stop your bleeding. But nine wounds. All spilling blood. Your blood. There was no way she could of saved you.

“So, your alive”

Sam stated, her eyes slowly darkening, she was ready to kill you all. The others laughed around you, one of them patting your back firmly.

“She did die, for about three minutes. Ethan did too good a job.”

Quinn cackled, beginning to circle the two sisters, Ethan following suit. You turned to Bailey, meeting his crazy, excited eyes. He smiled.

Smiled at you like a Father smiling at his daughter.

It almost made you want to turn back around, carve up his victims just to make him proud.

“We did have an agreement.”

You mutter, not wanting the girl you loved to hear, you didn’t want to hurt her more than you already had.

But hear she did.

“Agreement?”

Tara spat, the sympathy leaving her face and hatred burning in her voice. You looked slowly towards her, and that’s when she saw it. The lights above you finally showing the side of your face and the many stitches covering your skin. She could see the fresh wound across your eye from when Ghostface, when Ethan had stabbed you. Tara couldn’t see your bright pupils, your eye had become a dreadful grey.

You had lost your sight.

And Tara hated that, because it gave you a weak side. A side Sam would kill you from. Your voice was weak as you spoke, snapping Tara out of her thoughts.

“I do not want to be present when they kill you Tara,”

You spoke, your voice breaking slightly as you said her name. Bailey placed a Fatherly hand on your shoulder, a strong, dangerous smile on his face.

“And while they do this job, I do mine.”

You said, turning back to him and pulling the mask back over your face with ease, like you had worn it a dozen times in the three days you were ‘dead’.

You held your knife, the light revealing the already blood stained blade. It was terrifying, knowing you were under that mask, knowing that there was a good chance you had already killed before, and that you were going to again.

“So, what are you going to do? Finish off Gale and Mindy?”

Sam spat at you, as you turned to them as you began to leave. You tilted your head in mock curiosity, the mask seemingly grinning at them. Or perhaps you were trying to express some form of apology. But Tara couldn’t guess which it was, the mask making her feel sick with fear.

“No, that’s his job,”

Ghostface spoke, the voice modulator changing your calm, if not scared voice to one of pure determination. You nodded towards Bailey as you spoke, gripping your knife tightly enough that Tara saw your black glove tighten around your knuckles. You spun around, walking away from them as you spoke.

“They are getting their revenge; I am getting mine.”

And both Carpenters understood. Mike. You were going to kill Mike. The one Boy who had treated you like shit your entire life. The boy who was the reason you were terrified to step out of the house.

“Y/n, No!”

Sam yelled after you, the sudden desperation in her voice enough to make you stop, the girls stared at the back of your hooded head. You made no move to look behind you, so Sam continued, the love she had for you exposed in her words.

“If you kill him, there is no turning back, you will never be Y/n anymore, just Ghostface, is that what you want? To no longer have anyone to love you?”

There is silence, everyone waiting for your answer, your life on the line if you responded incorrectly. You knew that Ethan was very happy to kill you off, finish the job he had so enjoyed.

So, you told them the truth, without looking behind you. The voice modulator makes your words somehow seem more broken than they already are.

“Y/n died in Tara’s arms three days ago.”

The three Bailey’s cackle as Tara watches you leave. She’s hurt, like all the air had been punched out of her by a ledge hammer. It hurt more than being stabbed. And in that moment, she swore that she would tear Ethan apart for what he did to you.

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You stood over Mike’s body, blood dripping from your knife and covering your black robes. Your breath was heavy, but your body was filled with the incredible sense of justice and a thrill that you couldn’t help but smile at.

Your foot kicked his corpse hard, the final hate filled strike you could inflict on him. His gut had been torn open by several, deliberately careless slashes to his stomach, his right arm had been cut so badly that you could see the bone, the sight causing your dead victim’s screams to repeat in a joyful chorus in your ears.

But the part you were most proud of was his face. The final touch to your masterpiece. Both his eyes had deep stabs below and above the sockets, infact, one of his eyes hung from the side of his face as a reward for your efforts.

You lifted your arms, left hand wiping the blood of the blade in the classic Ghost face’s style. You couldn’t help it, you wanted your first kill to be exactly as both yours and Tara’s was. The same wounds, the same call. Everything. Including the blade wipe.

You wanted Mike to suffer as you both had suffered.

“I think I agree with you Mike,”

You laughed, turning off the voice modulator so the corpse could hear the hate in your words.

“It would be better if Ghost face had killed me. Then you would be alive. “

You stared at his corpse for a second, taking in each and every wound. Feeling the thrill of the kill flow through your veins. You smirked, suddenly understanding why Ethan had enjoyed attacking you so much.

“There is no way that those three survived. “

You laughed at the corpse, your muscle aching slightly from the effort that it took to pin the boy to the floor.

“Sam would of killed two of them, Tara the third. My bet is on Quinn, Tara will have given her an ending like she gave Amber. Bullet to the head. Fast way to go!”

You laughed slightly, but the longer you looked at his body, the faster the adrenaline faded, slowly being replaced by a gut twisting sense of guilt. You turned away, not wanting to return to being the weak, scared little girl you were moments ago. Not wanting to go back to Mindy, Chad, Sam….

To Tara

God! Tara was alive, you knew Tara was alive. No one would be able to kill her. And she would be after you. Sam, daughter of a fucking serial killer, not far behind.

“Shit!”

You almost shouted, suddenly fearful of the two girls. Would you be carved up like Richie? Burnt like Amber, or perhaps Tara would be kind. A bullet to the head. That was a quick, near painless death. Maybe you could ask her to do that? You had a gun tucked into the back of your belt, maybe, you could pull the trigger before they found you?

No, you weren’t going to die.

And just like that, with that final thought, Detective Wayne Bailey spoke in your ear. Giving you that same Fatherly advice he had for the last three days. His voice was gentle, but his words were cruel.

“Kill then first!”

Perhaps you would have to…